A year ago tonight

I got pulled over for the first time.

I had been hanging at a friends house, just chatting.

I had told another friend that she could spend the night at my house, but I had to pick her up.

I was having a really good time talking with the first friend, and kept telling the second friend that I would be there in a minute.

Well, eventually I made it to the car and started driving to the second friend's house.  In her neighborhood of 25mph, where several people have since told me they drive 45mph, I was going 35mph, in my Mother's minivan.

A minivan.

A MINIVAN.

The policeman kept shining his flashlight in the back windows looking for something, I don't know what.

Anyway.  I got off with a warning.